by Claire Adams
“You would have never done this if we weren’t dating,” I said. “I’m starting to think you really like me.”
“No, actually,” she said with a grin. “I really love you.”
“I love it,” I said and pulled her to me. I looked down into her hazel eyes and kissed her. I tried to put all of my love into the kiss, showing her how much I appreciated the gift and her presence in my life.
“Okay,” she said. “Now I’m really hungry.”
I propped up the frame so we could look at it while eating our breakfast. Sienna plated the pancakes and made a smiley face with strawberries as the mouth and whipped cream dots for the eyes on each of them. It was something she normally did for the children at the diner when they ordered pancakes. I looked at the photos again, reliving the moments from our own childhoods. This was the perfect gift to look back on for the years to come.
But I had one more present for her up my sleeve.
Epilogue
Sienna
I stirred awake and laid there for a few seconds, listening to the sound of Parker’s deep breathing. He was still asleep. I glanced at the clock. We’d slept in again. Well, slept in for us. It was only seven, and I wasn’t going to the diner for another two hours.
I rolled over as slowly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. He was facing me, his eyes squeezed shut. His shoulders were close to his ears. He seemed tense for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
Heat flashed through my body and settled between my legs. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him working hard while being home every night for dinner and every morning to help me prepare food for others.
I licked my lips and moved the sheets away from his legs. His cock was already awake and semi-hard, ready for me even though he was fast asleep.
I gripped him and slid my hand up and down, stroking him. He felt good in my hand, warming my palm through the material. I loved playing with his cock, especially when it started off semi-hard and stiffened as I stroked and teased it.
Parker’s breathing deepened, becoming long, happy sighs. He smiled, and his eyes opened slowly.
“Good morning,” he said. He started to move, but I held his hips down.
“Lay back, enjoy yourself.”
I grinned up at him, my tower of well-muscled manliness reduced to jelly by my fingers. He’d grown completely hard by now, so I gave him an extra-firm squeeze. He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered closed.
Perfect, I thought. Let’s take this a step further. As carefully as I could, I reached down and cupped his balls and started to massage them with my other hand.
His eyes opened wide. “Oh, wow.” He peered down his body at me.
I propped myself up on my knees and ran my tongue around my lips. “You want me to?”
“Do you need to ask?” His eyes closed as I pressed my lips to his swollen head. I kissed it a couple of times, then opened my mouth and stroked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. Shivers ran through his pelvis, shaking my hand. I grinned as I licked, loving the feel of his smooth, stretched skin against my tongue. I shifted my hand back and forward on his shaft, squeezing each time I brought my hand close to my face.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm?” I asked, then moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth, making sure I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He stroked my hair gently, sliding his hand around to the back of my head. His fingers applied the tiniest pressure to my scalp. I smiled as I remembered doing exactly the same thing to him every time he’d gone down on me. I complied by moving my head forward, sliding his slippery head along my tongue. I formed a seal with my lips and sucked gently, moving back, then forward, finding my rhythm as I pumped his shaft with a firm grip. Parker’s hands rested lightly on my head as he followed my movements, subtly guiding my speed.
“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “I love what you’re doing, but I want you so much.”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “You want me? You already got me.”
“I want to make love to you, babe. Right now.”
I rose to my feet and reached over him to grab a condom from the side table. He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, pulling the nipple into his mouth.
The feeling of his tongue circling the peak made me even more wet for him than I already was.
Reluctantly, I pulled away when I got the condom. I ripped it open and stroked him while slowly rolling it down his shaft.
Parker sat up and kissed me, hard. His tongue darted into my mouth and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed hungrily, our tongues dancing around each other’s as we sank into the bliss of full physical contact. His hands slid straight down my back and grasped my butt, squeezing hard enough to make me groan. I reached up and pulled my fingers through his hair. His hands moved up to my hips and started to rock me over his cock. Slow at first, then building speed as our kisses became feverish.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
Wish granted.
It took all I had to break away from him, but I was in control today. I hopped off of him, got onto my hands and knees, and wiggled my butt at him.
“Give it to me.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He was behind me in seconds, rubbing his head between my lips.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
“Sucking on you gets me off. Oh—” I cried out as he slid into me, pushing gently. I clutched the bed covers, whimpering quietly as he fed his hard flesh into me, inch by glorious inch. His hands squeezed my butt, crushing my cheeks as he slid deeper.
“You’re so tight around me.” He pushed further until he filled me completely.
As soon as he was pressed against my butt, he started to thrust, slamming hard against me and making my whole body shake. I loved being taken from behind, and Parker knew it. He gave it to me hard, using me roughly, while at the same time being aware of my needs. Every thrust drove air from my chest and a loud cry from my throat. And when he sped up, I had no time to draw breath. My lungs were empty in no time, and I was reduced to hoarse squeaks.
He stopped squeezing my butt long enough to spread my cheeks, and his next thrust went deeper than ever before. I cried out and my arms crumpled. My face hit the bed and my cries were briefly muffled until he wrapped his arms around my middle and brought me back up to all fours. When he resumed hammering against me, I wailed until I had no breath left in my body. My orgasm hit a moment later, spreading heat and stiffening every muscle.
Parker groaned and shuddered. He pressed himself hard against me and squirted his cum deep inside me. I cried out as new shock waves burst through my body, triggering another small orgasm.
“Fucking wow, Sienna”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed. I tried to sink into the bed, but Parker had a firm grip around my waist. We stayed that way, locked together until he softened and slipped out. When he let me go, I rolled onto my side and murmured contentedly.
“I love you so much,” he said in my ear then kissed me on the mouth.
“Love you, too,” I said.
“How about we shower and get our day going? I know you need to go in soon.”
A shower sounded nice, but it took me a minute to get my body on board. Light tremors moved through my muscles and I didn’t know if I could make it on my own.
“I’ll meet you in there,” I said.
Parker grabbed my leg and pulled me toward him. I let out a shriek and he caught me before I fell off the bed.
He held me against him. “I really want to take a shower with you.”
“I guess so.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I admired his tight ass as he walked. Parker wasn’t a lazy guy, but he wasn’t a gym rat, either. He was blessed with incredible genetics that I often envied.
Parker turned the water on in the shower and we both got in.
He pressed me up against the cool tile wall and my le
gs gave out slightly.
He kissed me hard, and I returned the favor. His hands moved down my body, stroking me. He started to build me up again. But before I could return the favor he stopped kissing me.
I looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need something.”
I reached down to stroke him.
“No, not that.”
“Okay…?” I dragged the word out.
“I want to give you a gift.”
“Right now?” We were soaking wet. Unless he planned on giving me a used shampoo bottle, there was no way he could give me anything at that point.
He placed his hands on my shoulder. “I wanted to thank you for the collage you gave me yesterday. So, my gift is in my sock drawer.”
“You want me to go get it right now?” I asked.
“Would you?”
I stared at him, incredulous. But he was serious.
I moved the glass door aside and stepped out onto the mat. The cool air struck my naked, wet body. I shivered, but I didn’t want him to see how upset I was. What the hell did he need right that second? Did he have a special soap he wanted to give me? Why couldn’t he get it himself?
I shoved my dripping wet hair over my shoulder, and the slapping sound mixed with the river of water running down my back made me cringe.
I opened the drawer, expecting something to come out at me right away. Instead, the only thing I saw other than socks was a small black velvet box. My hand hovered over it, but I didn’t touch it. My breathing stalled and when my brain caught up again, I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth.
“Sienna?” Parker called from the bathroom. “Did you find it?”
“Yeah!” I called back and scooped up the box in my hands. I carefully held it out in front of me. Was this what I thought it was? My body buzzed with a mix of terror and excitement.
I walked back into the bathroom and Parker was standing in the shower with the door open, staring at me.
“I’ve been carrying this around since the first week we got together, wanting to find the right moment to ask you….”
My heart started to race like the beating wings of a hummingbird.
“But I realized, every moment is special with you. And I don’t want any other barrier between us. I want you, Sienna. For the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
My jaw dropped open as I lifted the top of the box. Inside was the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen. “Parker. Oh my god. Wow.”
“Is that a yes?”
I lifted the ring from the box and held it between my fingers. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen.
“Sienna?” he said.
I placed the ring back in the box then put it down on the counter. I got back into the shower and reached up to hold onto his shoulders. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist so we were eye-to-eye. “Yes, Parker. I will marry you.”
I pecked his lips and then wriggled out of his grasp so I could stand next to him, feeling how well our bodies molded together. The heat of the water felt so good against my skin. Tingles rippled down my spine.
Parker held me against him and we held onto each other, sealing this moment for the rest of our lives.
He chuckled, the sound vibrated in his chest.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I think we’re the first couple to get engaged naked.”
“Even if that was true, which I doubt, I don’t care,” I said. “I just want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Forever.”
Then we kissed until the water ran cold.
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CHAPTER ONE
Corsica - 1
I gritted my teeth and headed up the steep incline of the next block. If this place is any farther, I'll be able to see the Golden Gate Bridge, I thought.
North Beach hummed with diners on sidewalk patios, the buzz of neon signs, and lines of people waiting behind velvet ropes. The towering skyline of San Francisco blocked out the wide bay, but I could still feel the chill of the water. Wisps of fog clung to the taller buildings. Summer always brought cool ocean breezes and banks of fog to the city, and this June was no exception.
"Why did you make me wear these heels?" I whined to my friend.
Above me on the steep sidewalk, Ginny was almost even with my height. "Because they make your legs look great," she flung over her shoulder.
I inhaled the chill night breeze and smiled. My feet were killing me, but I felt loose and free for the first time in years. My little black dress clung to me like a secret power. I dressed up like that to feel that way.
"Love that smile." A mountainous man stepped in front of us. He was at least a foot taller than my 5'6" frame and muscled like a Mack truck. His dark eyes glittered with male appreciation as he held open a velvet rope.
"Thanks." Ginny blew him a kiss as she dragged me into the swanky nightclub.
He winked at me, and my stomach skittered with excitement. Still, I grabbed Ginny's arm and stopped her in the narrow hallway by the coat check. "What are you doing? We can't afford this place."
"Who says we have to afford anything?" Ginny fluffed her short-cropped, dark curls. "You're on fire and gentlemen still like buying hot women drinks. And, just wait until they hear you sing."
"Oh, no, wait." My fingers lost strength, and I let go of my friend's arm. "We're just here to dance and have fun. In fact, I don't know how you talked me into this in the first place. I have one hundred and one things I need to be doing. Did you see my list of applications I need to complete and send?"
"Corsica, we just graduated. You're allowed to celebrate," Ginny sighed.
I crossed my arms. "Graduating is not about celebrating, it's about next steps," I said. "A bachelor's in hospitality is not going to get me a job or a place in a MBA program."
"You can study hospitality at the bar." Ginny looped both her arms through the crook of my elbow and dragged me into the dance club. "And then you're going to sing in the karaoke lounge. I know you secretly wish you'd studied music performance. You should have. Now, enjoy yourself for once. Take a night off. Just one night."
"You want me to take the whole summer off," I grumbled.
Ginny slipped into the crowd and skipped down the stairs to the dance floor. I hesitated on the top step, and suddenly he was in front of me. Even in the dark, pulsing light of the nightclub, I could see gold flecks spark in his eyes. Shocked by the burning response I felt, I dropped my eyes to his lips. He frowned at me, and I knew what he saw.
I was just some ditzy, blonde rich girl. As if I could help the color of my hair. And, I was proud of the haute couture dress I'd found secondhand at a garage sale. I took pride in how I looked. He, on the other hand, had the careless look that normally repulsed me.
Despite the generous line of those frowning lips, his square jaw was hidden by a thick beard. The arm flexed on the banister was tattooed with an intricate web of interconnected designs covering almost every inch of skin. I even saw the point of a tattoo reaching up past the neckline of his worn T-shirt. He brushed back his dark, wavy hair and swept a gaze over me.
The heat I felt melted my insides, and my brain kicked into panic mode. How could I be so attracted to this man?
His dark-brown eyes
clashed with mine again, and the flare of anger made me step back. It disappeared as he stepped forward, a rueful smile on his wide lips. "You are goddamn gorgeous," he said.
"And that's a bad thing?" I flipped my hair, then cringed inside. Misfiring nerves fried my system and I defaulted to aloof.
He chuckled and brushed back the few strands of hair that I missed. His coarse fingers skimmed my bare shoulder and a fissure of electricity lit up my whole body. "It is for me. Let me guess, I'm not your type."
"I don't have a type."
"Yeah, sure, princess. Look, your friend's snagged a couple of financial district boys. Better go have a few free drinks." He took the last two steps in one stride and stopped an inch in front of me. "Maybe I'll see you around."
"I'm from Santa Cruz." It was important to put that distance between us. I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes, but my body refused to step back from him.
"Of course you are. Dammit." He shook his head and twirled one of my golden curls around his finger. "I'm there a lot for work."
"You work?"
The words were a defense mechanism. I didn't trust myself around him. His rock hard chest was only inches from my lips. If I was snobbish and horrible, he would back off and I could get myself back under control. At least, I hoped. I had never felt this knocked out of orbit before.
"Relax, princess. I was just walking by." He stepped around me and slowly let my hair slip through his fingers. Then, he shook his head again and disappeared into the nightclub crowd.
I reached Ginny and took a long sip of the martini her new friend in the gray suit handed me. She made the introductions and I smiled at the businessmen, but my eyes kept dragging to the man I'd met as if he were a magnet. I watched him shake hands with a waiter, then slip past a velvet rope and up a curving staircase.
He was the opposite of every man I had ever found attractive. Ginny often joked that my fantasies were cut from a J. Crew catalog. I liked clean-cut, clean-shaven men whose wardrobes were exclusively business casual or tailored suits. No jeans, no worn T-shirts—no matter how the soft fabric clung to his chiseled shoulders.
